Insomnia Poem by Sara Hol

My eyes burn from exhaustion,
as my body refuses to physically
equip my whims to move around.

I have a physical need for sleep,
but my mentality refuses to let things lye.

Everything that haunts me,
equips my heavy heart
as the night silence
penetrates
while others sleep perfectly well
and go unaware.

I over analzye every detail,
scoping through every aspect of my life..
If I cannot sleep,
I shall fall into the nightly routine
I have harvested over the last eighteen years...

My mind races to find a solution
to lay to rest my exhausted being.

I have tried reading myself
into mental exhaustion;
I have tried writing down my thoughts
to harness the pro of my bodily tiredness;
I have tried lying in bed in silence
so nothing can stimulate my mind;

My insomnia remains restless.

What has bothered me so..
to where I cannot sleep when requested?
The nights I have awakened on command
to break apart a routine fight?
The nights I have not been aloud to sleep
due to the constant intoxication of those around me?

Does my mind harvest soo many burdens
that they keep me up every night?

Whatever it may be,.. I wish I could sleep.